Guess who I called Monday morning after Sunday night at The Comedy Club? (read Public Humiliation) Marlys, of course.
“You won’t believe the mess you got me into last night!” was how the conversation started.
She, of course, found it hugely entertaining. Had way too much fun laughing at my public humiliation.
Thursday evening she called me. “Hey, I talked to my friend who works at The Comedy Club. They loved you! She said, ‘That woman was your friend? She was great. The other guy on stage was a jerk, but your friend was hilarious. We loved her. We wanted to bring her back up on stage. We were so disappointed when she and her date left.’”
I could go either way. Become a comic like Lily Tomlin, or an actress like Meryl Streep.
It was all Marlys’ fault. The idea was hers; a double date, Marlys and her husband Peter, and my date, Bennett, and me at The Comedy Club. A young friend of hers had just gotten her first acting job as a member of the troupe. A Sunday evening of improvisational comedy and beer sounded like fun.
Then Marlys and Peter cancelled at the last minute. Bennett and I went anyway, only to find out that Sunday wasn’t just improv night. It was also trivia quiz night. Almost everyone was in teams of four to eight, except for the two of us.
The improvised skits are clever and Bennett and I laugh heartedly. That is, until the topic for the quiz segment is announced: Movies and Television, topics about which we know little. When the questions are read, we know few answers.